Jay Three

God knows if she's right, she can demand anything, sunlight, water, sky, like the tide off Burbo Bank, her smile is estuary wide, begins where I sink, she never leaves my side, but sits here and sings, a woman on fire, her lungs like a tank, she bellows for a ring, could prise open a bank, next to me she slides, her lips twist like centimes, around a constant lie, tobacco blonde eyes cranked, a dancer whose fame decides, many a famous wank, she dances in the tide, her day is just beginning, nails me with that smile, fresh, alive, giving.